Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Wad: Great Drummer - Great Man

Tonight myself, and many of my Irish jazz colleagues, will
be celebrating the life and work of the great drummer John Wadham, ('The Wad'), who passed
away ten years ago. To any Irish readers of this piece, John will need no
introduction or explanation. To others, I can say that John was one of those
people who is indispensible to a small scene, bringing a level of expertise and
ability that is of an international standard, and that sets the example for all
those around them. He was the standard bearer for great swinging drumming in
Ireland and was first call for every visiting jazz heavy-hitter who came from
abroad, in the same way that European drummers such as Eric Ineke, Alex Riel,
and Daniel Humair were (and are), in their respective countries. Like them,
John was of an international standard and could sound good with anyone, and
make them sound good. The list of people he played with was a measure of his
standing both within the Irish jazz community and internationally – Zoot Sims,
Maynard Ferguson, Barney Kessel, Art Farmer, Harold Land, Joe Newman etc etc

Apart from being a great drummer, John was also a really
nice man – friendly, generous and VERY funny. He had a wicked sense of humour
and could be very forthright in his opinions about players he felt were not up
to scratch, (about which he was invariably right), and situations that were not
ideal for playing. But he had absolutely no malice in him and he never had a
hidden agenda, he was a straight talker, but careful not to be rude. However,
towards the end of his life when his hearing was going, many very funny
situations arose when John would bellow his opinion of some piece of
incompetence on the part of a musician, in what he thought was a quiet
undertone, but which in reality could be heard a couple of miles away!

John was English, and had that English propensity for making
remarks that were measured and matter of fact, but completely cutting. He
remarked about an ex-student of his, who had gone on to worldwide fame with a
major rock band, that the drummer in question was ‘by far my most famous
student, and by far the least talented’.

John was also unflappable – I remember being in his car, driving on the motorway with him, at 70 miles an hour, when another driver did
a lunatic overtaking maneuver, and cut right across us. We avoided a collision
only by an incredibly adroit and fast reaction from John, (who was a very good
driver), and we continued on – I was gasping with fright in the passenger seat,
but John’s only reaction was to take the pipe out of his mouth, look at me
sideways, and say laconically “I think we’re dealing with a fool here…..’

I first met John when I was brought to a jazz party by my
father when I was fourteen, and I remember John being very friendly with me and
laughing and joking with me as if we’d known each other for years. Over the
years I saw him be like this with so many people – friendly and polite and
approachable. And John was one of those people whom, once he knew you were
really into the music, would go out of his way to help you discover great music
of all kinds.

The first time I was invited to John’s house for one of his
legendary ‘listening sessions’, I felt like I’d won the lottery! I stayed there
with him till 4am, being played great record after great record, at deafening volume
through the huge speakers John had in his living room. John was a record
collector and had over a thousand LPs, lots of 78s, and reel to reel tapes and
cassettes. In those pre-CD days when so much jazz was out of print, he was an
incredible source for the young musician, with an evangelistic streak
concerning the music. ‘You don’t know Andrew Hill!? Oh you’ve got to hear
this!’ How many times were variations on that statement made to me in John’s
house over the years, as he played me literally hundreds of records?

With Maynard Ferguson

And not only would he play them for you, he would lend them
to you to take home! He was extraordinarily generous in that way, and those
nights in his lovely house, the coffee served in the china cups, laid out on
the tray along with the biscuits, the smell of the pipe tobacco infusing the
air, the music blasting out of the speakers, John’s running commentary on what
was going on in the recording, these were among the most memorable moments I’ve
had in music, and among the most influential, in the way it gave me an
education in the jazz tradition and introduced me to so much great music and
performers.

But of course the real education for an aspiring jazz
bassist was to play with John. This was the Rolls Royce of jazz drumming in
Ireland. Swinging, with impeccable time, listening intently to everything, and
demonstrating a love and knowledge of the jazz tradition in every beat. I
played with him first in 1979, and in retrospect I realize that I was nowhere
near good enough to be playing with him, but he was complimentary and generous
in his remarks, and when I overheard him tell another musician that ‘the young
fellah has great time’, I think it was one of the proudest moments of my life.

A little later I was to join Tommy Halferty’s trio, with
John on drums, and this was another hugely important experience for me. Tommy
had (and has) a ferocious technique, as did John, and incredibly fast tempos
were easy for them. So I was thrown in at the deep end and had to try and keep
up with the maelstrom of ideas swirling around from both of them. The music was
also very open, and John, though coming from a traditional background, was no
conservative, and would try anything, from rock-oriented things to playing
completely free. Playing with this band formed a huge part of my apprenticeship
and I learned so much from playing with these two great and far more
experienced musicians.

Tommy Halferty Trio - 1980

Here’s an example from the early 80’s, recorded in John’s
living room in one of those impromptu recording sessions he like to organize.
We play ‘It’s You Or No One’ at a fast tempo and John is just fantastic here.
All the trademarks are in evidence, including the mischievous 2-bar disco drum fill he does on the in-head! And his accompaniment of my attempt at a bass solo
is a model of how to accompany a bass solo – quiet, but intense and interactive.

This has been transferred from cassette, so the sound is
lo-fi, but it’s a great example of John in full flow. I’ve left in the little
bit of banter and the trademark laugh at the beginning, as a reminder for those
who knew him.

The trio played regularly together for about four years, and
apart from that, over the years, I played with John in so many situations and,
like all musicians of that calibre, he was always consistent – swinging,
professional, creative, supportive and with that amazing time that was so easy for a bassist to play with.

John was a confirmed bachelor, who lived in the lovely house
in Dalkey that had been his parents’, and with his trademark moustache, pipe,
interest in cricket and trains, he was every inch the Englishman, and he never
lost that identity despite living in Ireland since the 1950s. As a result he
remained a larger than life character around his neighbourhood, and in the
music world, and was widely loved by a huge cross section of people, not only
musicians. John liked routine in his life, and it was always endearing how when
we would travel abroad, he would always immediately find a shop where he could
get the Times and a place for a beer where he could do the crossword. He was
one-off – a great jazz drummer and a unique man. In his Will he left his drums
and all his music and records to Newpark Music Centre, the school where I and many of my colleagues teach - a final act of
generosity from a man who was generous all his life. Generous with his time,
his enthusiasm, and most of all his music. Ten years after his death, (and I’m
sure I’m not alone in this), I still miss him

I'll finish by posting an example of his playing with a big band - another thing of which he was a master

2 comments:

I had the privilege of having John as a teacher for a little while - Saturday mornings out at his house, 50p if I recall correctly and no time limits. I remember those wonderful speakers and the records he used to play. A wonderful man. Lovely piece of writing Ronan, thanks very much.

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